hearing the music in the noise
there's always music in the noise. the quietest orchestra launches into its overture with a string buildup, the cellos quiet and slowly swelling as the radiator powers up. there come the violins, playing a floaty airy melody just barely audible over the hum of the refrigerator. the drums come in, hi-hats to the beat of a tick-tick-tick, big bass drum rumbling and rolling along on the wet pavement, and an inventive turn in the chord progression keeps it rising. here comes the prelude... but the invisible conductor eases off and you're left with the cellos again, quieting into the subaudible range, atmospheric tones that dissipate slowly into the carpet, and we are left at the edge of our seats, waiting, always waiting for the next movement.